Projecting humanity's soul To a corporate killing machine With an ideology of greed And a hierarchy of screams.
We are all john Henry's children And as this we are alone. Elza was a program. John Henry had a soul.
The screams that built an icon Are now a story left untold. The useless battle was won By the owner of both machines. Bleed the fucking owner And we'll bleed the fucking machine.
The remains will feed the earthworms And our screams will now be heard.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.